I Finally Took My Ex-Husband’s “Three-Thousand-Dollar” Card to the Bank—Then the Manager Brought Out an Envelope with My Name
“I know you’re going to say that.”
I put the spoon down.
“You have been keeping my grocery receipts?”
“Some of them.
The ones I paid, and the ones you left in bags I carried.”
“And pharmacy receipts.”
“Yes.”
She had noticed I bought fewer groceries than I used to.